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CONTENTS 


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The Story of the Violets and the Rose 

I 

Opera Eterna 




8 

Fancies 




12 

Midday and Midnight . 




15 

She Is Circe 

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16 

Old Times 




17 

Wild Roses . 




19 

Apportionment 




20 

A Toast 




23 

A Wish 




24 

Mystic 




27 

My Lady’s Bower 




29 

Outside the World 




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Pater Noster 




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Anima Mea . 




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Gontente 


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A Lullaby . . . . . -37 

The Violet ...... 38 

Dreamland ...... 40 

Pro Futuro ..... 43 

Au Revoir ...... 45 

Venetian Love Song .... 46 

Benedictus . ..... 47 

Friends ...... 48 

In Memoriam . . . . -49 


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1 

THE STORY OF THE VIOLETS AND 

THE ROSE. 

Far, far away, beyond the shining clouds 
That close the curtains of the night behind 
The tired sun, when his day's work is done, 
ii There lies a lovely land where fairies dwell, 
And dance by moonlight on the shining 

N 

t green. 

Their gauzy wings with stardust sparkling 
' bright. 

Wearing for jewels, dewdrops, moonbeam- 
kissed. 

And dresses made of fairest fairy fiow'rs. 



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A land all glorious, with palaces, 

And kings and queens with wondrous 
jeweird crowns; 

And mighty, valiant armored knights, who 
dwell 

In lonely, rocky castles, and who fight 

In bloody battles for the cause of right. 

And each the champion of his lady fair. 

And in this land, beside a silver stream. 

Which, rippling o’er the crystal pebbles, 
sang 

A song of tender sweetness, there were bom 

Some lovely violets, which day and night 

Their perfume rare shed to the wand’ring 
breeze. 

Alone they lived and watched the waters 
dance 

Over the crystal pebbles through the dell; 


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They listened to the songs of sweet-voiced 
birds 

By day, and when the evening softly fell, 
They slumbered to the music of the stream. 


And one bright night, while mortals were 
asleep. 

The King of Fairies summoned all his court 
Unto a fancy ball, which he had planned 
Out in a velvet grassy meadow, near 
Where dwelt the modest violets by th* 
stream. 

The dance was gay, and all in merry 
mood. 

And moonbeams, lighting on their lustrous 
wings. 

And sparkling on the jewels, made a scene 
More wondrous bright than one could even 
dream ; 


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And many a fairy prince that night did 
win 

A fairy princess for his fairy bride. 

But there was one, — and passing fair was 
she, — 

Who sat apart alone, and sadly watched 

For the belated coming of her prince. 

For he was sure to seek her out, she thought, 

And come from far to dance with her that 
night. 

She waited long, but still he did not come, 

And then, at last, her heart became so 
sad 

She spread her wings, and, sighing, sailed 
away 

To find some peaceful spot and seek repose. 

She floated lightly through th’ shadowy 
woods. 


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O’er glistening meadows and the silver 
stream, 

And lighted on th’ bosom of a flower, — 

The fairest of the modest violets. 

And while she rested there, the breezes 
swayed 

The flower to and fro, and soon sweet sleep. 

With soothing hand, her weary eyelids 
closed. 


The dance was o’er long since, and when 
the day. 

Far in the Eastern sky began to dawn. 
E’er she awoke, she faintly seemed to hear 
A vague sweet song, — the singing of the 
stream ; 

And in her nostrils such a rare perfume, — 
The fragrance of the modest violets. 


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And when she ope’d her eyes, her heart 
was glad, 

And smiling on the violet, she said: 

“ O gentle, lovely Violet, pray ask 
What most you wish, and I will give it you.’' 
Th’ violet spake: “My sisters here and I 
Have often heard about the beauty rare 
Of that most lovely Queen of Flow’rs, the 
Rose, 

And could we have our greatest hope ful- 
filled. 

We then could die without a vain regret. 
Our wish, O gracious Fairy, is to see 
This fair and lovely Queen of Flow’rs, the 
Rose. ” 

The fairy spread her wings and sailed away, 
But with the midnight softly came again 
And gathered all the violets and bore 


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Them, sweetly sleeping, tenderly away. 
And when the morning broke and they 
awaked 

Their hope had been fulfilled, for they did 
rest 

Upon the bosom of a maiden fair, — 

The fairest of the flow’rs, their Queen, the 
Rose. 


OPERA ETERNA. 

Sometime, when mortal eyes no longer see, 
And minds unhampered are by sordid 
clay, 

Our spirits shall behold Infinity, 

And measure out the fulness of its day. 

Sometime, when mortal ears no longer 
hear. 

And harsh, discordant sounds forever 
cease, 

Into our souls shall ring both strong and 
clear 

The wondrous harmony of perfect peace. 

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®pera J6terna 


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The great Composer gives to each his 
part 

Upon his special instrument to play, 
And bids him practise it with glowing 
heart, 

And make it perfect ere th’ Immortal 
Day. 


Whether it be the blatant clarion loud. 
Or tender, trembling tone of violin, 

Or clanging cymbal of the noisy crowd. 
Or whispered wailings of the flute 
within, — 

Each has its place amid the mighty throng 
The great Musician has assembled there, 
And each must play his piece or sing his 
song. 


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Opera jEterna 


And he whose notes shall ring untrue, 
beware ! 

Kind words, kind deeds, strong, noble 
thoughts and all 

That man both needs and gives of 
sympathy ; 

Or heroes' blood, who in fierce battles fall. 
That weaker hearts may win the victory. 

And every note the world has ever known, — 
Of rapturous joys or languorous, longing 
sighs. 

Of unshed tears each heart has called its 
own. 

Of prayers unspoken, breath'd to un- 
seen skies. 

Of hopes resplendent, lifting up the soul 
Unto the everlasting, shining hills, 


©pera Bterna 


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Of all the sweetest thoughts our hearts 
control, 

Of all the glory that our vision fills, — 


Yes, every tone of every phase of life 
Shall ring within that harmony sub- 
lime, 

And notes of victory from every strife 
Shall echo from the mystic halls of Time. 


And ever swelling through th’ unending 
years, — 

The soul’s discordant bonds forever 
riv’n, — 

With grand accomp’niment of trembling 
spheres. 

Earth’s music ring, — ^The Symphony of 
Heaven. 


FANCIES. 


Did you ever He on the grass and look 
Far into the summer sky, 

And wonder about each quaint little cloud 
That silently wanders by ; 

And maybe design in its mystic shape 
A face that is treasured dear, — 

A spirit that hovers about th’ earth. 

To watch and to guard you here ? 

And far down a vista of tender blue. 
Through a gate of cloudy gold. 

You fancy a glittering castle rise. 

With its turrets broad and bold; 


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Around it a beautiful, smiling world, — 
The flowers so wondrous fair, 

The birds with their matchless melodies. 
And — somebody else, who ’s there. 

Did you ever hear when the day was done 
The songs that the angels sing. 

To the tune of their silv’ry moonbeam 
harps. 

Each trembling star for a string ; 

And dream that the world with its cares 
and wrongs 

Had vanished from mortal sight. 

And Heaven had silently nestled down 
On th’ bosom of peaceful night ? 

Perhaps you may hear in that melody 
The voices you Ve loved before 
Which echo back over the sea of dreams. 
From th’ sands of a golden shore. 


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And the masterful chords sound through 
the world 

Of your soul life, far and wide, 

And sink away through the infinite, 

O’er th’ crest of the crystal tide. 




MIDDAY AND MIDNIGHT. 

A SMILING, virile world, a haze o’er all. 
The songs of birds, the flowers bright 
and gay. 

The hum of work, the children’s merry call. 
The stately vessels on the rippling bay. 
Life and ambition in the throbbing pulse. 
Shadow and sunshine on the busy way. 


A peace serene and full, the birds asleep. 

The breath of flow’rs, the mystic moon- 
light rare. 

The op’ning heart and soul, dear dream- 
land deep 

Inviting wand’rers to her pastures fair. 
The angels, with their trembling, starry 
lamps. 

Guarding the slumbers of My Lady, there 


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SHE IS CIRCE. 


The air is sweet in Circe’s bower, 

And fragrant every tender flower, 

And golden every fleeting hour. 

But she is Circe. 

The fairest maiden in the land. 

With every charm at her command. 
With magic voice and magic wand. 

But she is Circe. 

Beware that fond, alluring dream. 
Beware that blue eye’s soulful beam. 
Things are not always what they seem. 
And she is Circe. 


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OLD TIMES. 


Old Times, — ^what are they? Memories 
which linger 

In the deep recesses of our hearts, and grow 

Every year more dear, more purely beauti- 
tiful. 

Wine, which is from the oldest casket taken, 

Sparkles more brightly, has a richer flavor 

Than what is new. So it is with our 
mem’ries. 

Time purges out that which we would not 
cherish, 

Brightens more and sanctifies the ones we 
love. 


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And, when the shadows gather fast about 
us, 

Stretching long across our ways in mystic 
shapes. 

Hiding from our sight, perchance, our 
guiding star, — 

Then from Heaven's portals shines the 
welcome ray 

Of Memory’s golden sunlight, and we lift 

Up our straining eyes unto the hills afar. 

And see those scenes which e’en time can 
never dim. 

And which each fleeting year binds closer 
to us. 

Then from the sweet revery we rise and 
say, 

From our full hearts : “ God bless Old Times 
and Memory.” 


WILD ROSES. 


You were beautiful, wild roses, 

And your fragrance very rare. 

And your grace the most enchanting. 
And your blushes passing fair. 

But your beauty is far deeper. 

And your blushes bom anew. 

And your fragrance doubly sweeter 
Since My Lady smiled on you. 


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APPORTIONMENT. 

God doth apportion unto every man 
The qualities that suit him best, that he 

By full development of what he hath 
The fulness of his glorious God may see. 

He gives us Grace that we may have the 
right 

Unto the great redemption He doth give 

To those who seek it, who, though fallen far. 
May drink the blood from His great 
heart and live. 

He gives us Hope, that through the trials 
sore 


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Which crowd so thick around our path- 
way here, 

We may not be discouraged in the fight, 
But struggle on to gain the goal so dear. 


He gives us Love, that we with glowing 
heart 

May joy in every mission, small or great, 
Which bringeth happiness to other souls. 
And maketh every duty consecrate. 


He gives us Faith, that, though we may 
not now 

Behold or know what His great purpose 
is. 

We may rely upon His holy word. 

In peace, because we know that we are 
His. 


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Apportionment 


And now, O God, Who giveth unto us 
Faith, Hope and Love and Thine 
abundant Grace, 

Grant unto us therein to live and grow, 
And in our lives reflect Thy glorious face. 


A TOAST. 


I PLEDGE this cup of Sparkling wine 
To one who ’s cherished dear, 

Whose smiles, like Summer’s glad sunshine. 
Bring sweet contentment here. 

No dream too fair for her, I trow; 

No crown of jewels rare 

Could add adornment to her brow, 

Or glory to her hair. 

And never shone the stars so bright 
In balmy, southern skies. 

But pale they ’d be before the light 
Of beauty in her eyes. 

So lovely, and so fair of face. 

So fondly true is she. 

Her form reflects the angels’ grace, 

Her soul, their purity. 


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A WISH. 

I WISH, my little Sweetheart, you could 
know 

How much, to me, the love I bear you 
means ; 

How from this sordid world my heart it 
weans, 

And lifts the clouds that gather dark and 
low. 


How, when the world is one discordant 
mass. 

Clashing away the harmony from life. 


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Making the heart a battle-ground of strife; 

When sweetest flow’rs lie withered on the 
grass ; 

How, when the spirit reaches out and 
yearns 

For comfort, which, alas, cannot be found, 

When storms arise, and tempests surge 
around. 

And in the mind a restless fire bums ; 

How then, when all is wrong, your spirit 
seems 

More sweet than all of heaven beside could 
be. 

Bringing a restful calm on life's rough sea. 

Wafting my mind away in pleasant dreams. 

How soon it brings sweet joy from deepest 


woe, 


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Making the world more bright than e’er 
before, 

Guiding my bark toward the brighter 
shore. — 

All this, Sweetheart, I wish that you could 
know. 


MYSTIC. 

Little stars that nightly wander 
Through the quiet skies, 

Tell me what of life and beauty 
Far beyond you lies. 

Tell me of that wondrous country, 
Far, O far away. 

Into which the great sun marches 
At the close of day. 

Can you see the gates of Heaven, 
And the angels fair. 

Hear the echo of their music 
From your home up there? 


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Little brooks that dance, coquetting 
With the gay sunbeams, 

Tell me, are you not the spirits 
From the land of dreams ? 

Do you drink the golden sunshine. 

With the summer rain. 

And with merry music laugh it 
To the world again? 

Tell me, shall our souls forever 
Onward flow, like you. 

Through the lights and through the 
shadows, 

To the boundless blue? 


MY LADY’S BOWER. 

Wild roses, blooming rich and fair, 
Bedeck My Lady’s bow’r, 

Could I with her their fragrance share, 
For e’en one little hour. 

And with them, too, but rest within 
The sunshine of her smile, 

’T were better far than had I been 
In Heaven that little while. 


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OUTSIDE THE WORLD. 


Outside the World, — ’T is sweet betimes 
To spread our Fancy’s golden wings 
And soar away through richer climes, 

To where the Fount of Beauty springs. 
To leave this little world which fills 
Our daily life with care and joy, 

And drink the breath of those far hills 
Where happiness has no alloy. 

And as we near each distant star. 

That links us with the far above, 

We joy to recognize they are 

The smiles of spirits that we love. 

The spirits of each fond ideal. 

Of Faith, whose banners high unfurled. 
Still leads us on. All hopes are real 
In that fair land. Outside the World. 


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PATER NOSTER. 

O Thou great Spirit, whose divine decree 

Created light and bid the darkness flee, 

O shed Thy light around that I may see 
Thy joys sublime. 

O^Thou sweet Spirit, whence spring har- 
monies 

That day and night fill all the earth and 
skies, 

O grant that in my soul the song may rise 
Of Thy dear love. 

O Thou strong Spirit, whose right hand 
doth guide 

The stormy winds and raging waters wide, 


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O lead me through life’s storms close to 
Thy side, 

And keep me there. 

O Thou most kingly Spirit, who hast shed 
Thy loving mercy on a world sin-dead. 
Let Thy forgiving hand rest on my head 
And give me Peace. 


ANIMA MEA. 

Sweetheart, through long, long years 
I Ve dreamed of you. 

And oft, in silent, happy twilight hours. 

Through Fancy's shad'wy grove I seemed 
to see 

You wandering, so queenly and so fair. 

The waning glimmer from the closing West 

Shone through your hair, — a halo round 
your head ; 

The violets in your bosom and the flowers 

That, growing wild, were blessed to touch 
your feet, 

Blended their perfume with the fragrance 
of 

Your presence, as a breath from Fairyland. 


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And once it seemed, Sweetheart, you came 
to me, 

From out that shadVy grove and put 
your hand 

Upon my forehead, and your starry eyes 
Looked into mine and read my very soul. 
I could not move or speak, and yet I longed 
To clasp you to me and to tell you all 
The pent-up words my tongue so oft had 
framed. 

I deemed words too profane and poor to 
break 

This holy silence and this blessed spell, 
But yet I wished that you could know 
how much 

Your spirit had controlled my every mood, 
And made me see the tapestry of Life 
As one grand picture, which yourself had 
wrought : 


Hnima /iftea 


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How in the quiet hours the thoughts of you 
Sparkled like gems, set in the quiet gold; 
How, in the struggles and the battles fierce, 
You were the star which led to victory. 
And as you gazed upon me, lo a light 
Of infinite tenderness glowed within 
Your eyes, and then I knew you under- 
stood 

The secrets that I fain would have you 
know. 

I put my arms around you and you came. 
At last, a captive to my mighty love. 

Then, as the vision faded from my sight. 
We two were walking through that shad’wy 
grove. 

The glimm’ring halo shining round us both. 
And all the flowers were blooming still 
more bright, 


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And all the birds, from out the quiet 
boughs, 

Burst into singing, and their song was 
Love. 

And is this dream. Sweetheart, to always be 
Only a dream ? May I not hope some day 
To tell my story unto list’ning ears. 

And lead you into that same shad’wy 
grove. 

And let you see the flowers blooming there, 
And listen to the music of the birds ? 


A LULLABY. 


Slumber, my darling, angels beside thee 

Ever shall guard thee, whatever betide thee, 

Into the land of sweet dreams they ’ll 
guide thee. 

Slumber, my darling, gently sleep. 

May dreams of happiness and visions 
blest 

Fill with full delight and true joy thy 
breast. 

While angel lullabies lull thee to rest. 

Slumber, my darling, gently sleep. 


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THE VIOLET. 


O, DEAR, tender Violet, 

So fragrant blooming here, 

The world would little fancy 
You e’er had shed a tear. 

But in the quiet hours, 

Beneath the starlit skies, 

On Night’s soft robes have fallen 
The dew tears from your eyes. 

And yet without the yearnings 
And longings of your heart, 
You could not, to the saddened, 
Your perfume rich impart. 

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Bloom on, lovely Violet, 

In my heart’s garden there, 
And let my spirit blossom 
Like you, so fragrant, fair. 


DREAMLAND. 


There ’s a little dell in Dreamland 
Where I often like to stroll 
By the happy, laughing waters 
And the pleasant, grassy knoll. 

Where the flow’rs are ever blooming, 
And the birds are singing sweet. 
And the petals of the roses 
Make a carpet for my feet. 

There the fairies come to frolic 
In the quiet of the night. 

And they scatter lovely jewels 
Like the dewdrops sparkling bright. 


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So I sit and watch the picture 
Till I see a winsome face 
A-smiling through the roses, 

And a form of fairy grace 

All swaying with the lilies white 
And the roses tall and fair, 

While the misty sunset 's making 
Amber glory in her hair. 

As she wanders through the mazes 
Of the fancy, fairy flow’rs. 

And they drink her fragrant beauty, 
'Mid their blossom-laden bow’rs; 

And then away she passes 

Through the mists of Dreamland far, 
Up the silver path that leadeth 
To the mystic evening star. 


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DreamlanD 


Then I pick the rarest flowers, 

And I nurture them with care, 
That my soul may drink their beauty 
And itself become more fair ; 

For I hope to reach that country 
Where in beauty she doth sleep. 
With the fairy music round her. 
While the stars their vigils keep. 

And to steal upon her softly 
In the quiet of the grove 
And to wake her with the fragrance 
Of the flowers she doth love. 


PRO FUTURO. 


0 COULD the tears, — the sweet, sad tears 
that flow 

In silent, sacred hours, when twilight 
falls, — 

But water flow'rs that bloom in later 
years. 

How fragrant would they be. 

O could the happy smiles from faces dear. 

That lent their warmth to gladsome, sunny 
days. 

But shine through misty years on newborn 
flow’rs. 

How fair those flow’rs would blow. 

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O could the struggles brave, ambitions high, 
And victories that gallant hearts have won, 
Ring in our ears amid life's battles here. 
How noble might we be! 


AU REVOIR. . 


Good-bye little fond Fairy Dream, 

You have merrily led me along 

By the edge of the gay sparkling stream, 
To the tune of full many a song, 

Through days that were gloomy and dark 
You have shown me the faint gleam of 
light. 

You have pointed my eyes to the spark 
That still glowed through the blackness 
of night. 

But now, by the side of the stream. 

You have spread out your fair wings to 

fly. 

I shall miss you, my fond Fairy Dream, 
Good-bye little Dream, good-bye, good- 
bye! 


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VENETIAN LOVE SONG. 


Silent stars are watching o’er, 
Moonbeams gleam across the sea, 
While the waves that kiss the shore. 
Softly sing to you and me. 

Softly, love, to us they ’re singing 
Of the peaceful joy of love. 

And their melody is ringing 
To the evening star above. 

Softer than the violets’ blue 
Is the lovelight in your eyes. 

And your cheeks a fairer hue 
Than the summer sunset skies. 
Love, while you are sweetly sleeping, 
With the waves I ’ll sing to thee. 
With the stars my watch be keeping 
As they softly shine on thee. 


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BENEDICTUS. 


Dear God, as tender flowers blow, 

And to the world their fragrance throw, 

So bid my soul to bloom and grow 
For Thy dear name. 

When heavy clouds o’erspread the sky. 
When fierce, wild winds rage loud and high, 
O grant that to my trusting eye 
Thy Peace may shine. 

For all the griefs my heart have riven ; 

For all the joys Thy love has given; 

For hopes of happiness and Heaven, 
Dear God, Thy Grace. 


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FRIENDS. 

There are ties that firm have bound us 
Through a little span of years; 

There are mem’ries which surround us 

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That Time to our hearts endears. 

As the summer breezes blowing, 

Where the flow'r its fragrance spends, 
So may Love, his gifts bestowing. 

Bless abundantly our friends. 


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IN MEMORIAM 


However deep your slumbers are 
Beneath the wooded hill; 

Wherever, in that land afar, 

You rest by waters still, 

The echoes of sweet songs we sing 
Are wafted to you there. 

And spirit thoughts, on golden wing. 
Our hearts’ best riches bear. 

And your dear sympathy still gives 
Its tender, fond caress. 

And glowing in our souls it lives 
To love and cheer and bless. 


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